Teens find out a lot from other teens.

I love. The most reckless thing of all.

I was born and raised in southern Utah.

Some things are created to be together.

Caring about anyone leaves you vulnerable.

Once you want something, everything changes.

Why are some things easier to write than say?

Remembering is part of thinking, but not all of it.

And it is strange that absence can feel like presence.

And I laugh at myself for thinking I could touch the sky.

There is something extraordinary about the first time falling.

Love changes what is probable and makes unlikely things possible

You cannot change your journey if you are unwilling to move at all.

How can we appreciate anything fully when overwhelmed with too much?

Reading the situation correctly is part of getting through it safely.

I have tried to be righteous all my life. Yet I have never been content.

Do you think you could let someone go if you thought it was best for them?

It's not knowing how to write that makes you interesting, it's what you write.

Red is the first color of spring. It's the real color of rebirth. Of beginning.

Now that I've found the way to fly, which direction should I go into the night?

Being a teen is past for me. Worrying about the world and my place in it is not.

Forgetting lets you live without the pain for a moment but remembering hits hard.

It is one thing to make a choice and it is another thing to never have the chance.

We could have been happy. I know that, and it is perhaps the hardest thing to know.

It is strange how we hold on to the pieces of the past while we wait for our futures.

We can either try to change everything or just make the most of whatever time we have.

In the end you can't always choose what to keep. You can only choose how you let it go.

Once you want something, everything changes. Now I want everything. More and more and more.

I realize now how much courage it takes to choose the life you want, whatever that might be.

Every minute you spend with someone gives them a part of your life and takes part of theirs.

Does loving someone mean you want them to be safe? Or that you want them to be able to choose?

Is falling in love with someone's story the same thing as falling in love with the person himself?

There is ebb and flow. Leaving and coming. Flight and fall. Sing and silent. Reaching and reached.

I am trapped in glass and I want to break out and breath deep but I´m too afraid that it will hurt.

I wonder if I will ever have the strength to hold onto something. Or if I will always be someone who destroys.

Because I feel no anger toward my mother. Only loss, and loss is a feeling you can’t fight your way out of as easily.

Theres nothing like reading about a world that feels dead to throw your own beautiful, colorful life into sharp relief.

There's nothing like reading about a world that feels dead to throw your own beautiful, colorful life into sharp relief.

I think of how perhaps the best way to fly would be with hands full of earth, so you always remember where you came from.

The beauty of dystopia is that it lets us vicariously experience future worlds - but we still have the power to change our own.

Growing apart doesn't change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled. I'm glad for that.

I can trust in my parents' love. And it strikes me that is a big thing to trust, a big thing to have had, no matter what else happens.

In my own life, I'm pretty good at choosing between good and bad. It's the choices between good and good I find the most difficult to make.

In a story, you can turn to the front and begin again and everyone lives once more. That doesn't work in real life. And I love my real people the most.

This is a difficult balance, telling the truth: how much to share, how much to keep, which truths will wound but not ruin, which will cut too deep to heal.

When we read dystopia, we root for these people to break free because we are these people; hoping and fighting against things that are bigger than ourselves.

So much of life is in the smallness of moments...but they are harder to mark. So we need the grander celebrations and occasions. People like to feel significant.

I'm falling in love. I am in love. And it's not with Xander, though I do love him. I'm sure of that, as sure as I am of the fact what I feel for Ky is something different.

Everything I dream is something simple and plain and everyday. That’s how I know they are dreams. Because the simple and plain and everyday things are the ones that we can never have

It's been so long since I've let myself feel anger that I don't just feel it. It covers my mouth and I swallow it down, the taste sharp and metal as though I'm gnawing through foilware.

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